Miraculous Reflekta Novels & Stories

“Go and bring that Mirror I had put an incantation on your house when I left Kylie over there. Now go and don’t waste time. The incantation is already weak, '' she said angrily. Beca came ahead and grabbed his strong arms in her soft hands and looked inside his eyes. She smiled and they both disappeared. After a few seconds they were inside the house. “Is that the Mirror?” she asked while he nodded. They heard a thud outside; she turned to the window and looked down. It was a blond girl. “Do you know her?” she asked. Andy looked down, “its Emilia, this bitch works with him, hurry we have to do something” he said. “I can’t teleport a mirror and a human together. It will take a lot of energy,”

One Kael turned his head, staring directly at them, then smiled, wrong, too wide, the glass rippled. “Kael,” Lira said. “It’s moving.” “I see it.” Before he could react, the reflection stepped out of the mirror, its form solidifying into flesh and bone. Its eyes were silver, glowing faintly. “I’m what’s left,” the reflection said, voice low and steady. “The part you buried when you ran from her death.” Kael drew his blade, pulse spiking. “You’re not real.” The reflection tilted its head. “Then why do you bleed when I do this?”

They moved deeper into the catacombs, and with every step, Seraphina felt more weightless—like her body was untethering from time. The passage opened into a dome-like chamber. At the center, a floating stone platform hovered above a pool of ink-like mist. On it sat a cracked mirror. The moment she saw it, Seraphina froze. “I’ve seen this before,” she said softly. “In a dream.” Lucan approached the edge. “That’s not a mirror,” he said grimly. “It’s the Source.” She blinked. “The Source of what?” “Of your curse. Of your power. Of everything.”

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.

The earth glowed faintly beneath her feet and at its center… a mirror. Not made of glass. It wasn't truly solid. It shined… a surface of water, reflectionless, rimmed by roots that curled like fingers around it. Crystal stepped forward. Her mark flared. Then, the mirror rippled She saw, Flashes. A child born under a blood moon. A flame hidden in a wolf’s skin. Elira’s hand, outstretched over a crib. A whisper; “This one. This is the one who will open it.”

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

The white-hot energy crackling along the crystalline edges bled off a heat so intense it began to warp the frozen, sterile air of the sanctuary. "They are visually tracking our movements through the flawless reflections of the glass floors," Malakor hissed, his violet eyes locking onto the mirrored surface beneath his boots. Every shift of his weight was mirrored a thousand times in the polished white depths. "They do not look at us—they look at our reflections to predict where our blades will land. Let us take away their mirrors."

The Mirror of Desires was one of the most revealing rituals of the solstice. In the Hall of Reflections, tall enchanted mirrors lined the walls, showing not only one’s physical form but also flickering visions of deepest, hidden longings. Guests were encouraged to stand before them and confront what their hearts truly craved before the final nights.